Kristen and my tshirt design


and people too

Sardonic faces pop from out the wood
Tunes bask in the soot
as children
carve ancestry on walls

Oh farms

Day Seven

on an evening such as this
your words cut butter
your eyes chuck corn

Day Five

Where are the good times lurking,
you lacklife scallywag

Day Four

Abodes a bustle.
Funky not junky.

Day Three

I am lengthy charges of depth and grind.

Day Two

Wyeth in my hands

Day One

Under this skin your blood rustles and moves.


with blue and pink pajamas
the trick was flipped
Du calme du calme


bellow, gripe and howl.
I am the salamander king.